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"This isn't a long-term solution. You must find the person who placed the curse on you and have them lift it." Recalling the nun's words, I threatened the woman who was bawling her eyes out in front of me, "The curse bounces back twice as hard, Mirabelle. You don't have long. If you don't make the caster undo it, you'll be dead in a few days!" Frightened out of her wits, she stopped crying and spilled everything. "The caster is Elias Frostback from my village. He came to me one day and asked if I wanted to marry a rich man. Of course, I said yes.

"I was forced to stay by your side as a slave. Lyra is the only one who truly understands me. If you hadn't insisted on owning me, I wouldn’t have been forced to watch miserably as the woman I loved fell for another beastman. You're surrounded by lackeys, and you have people you can count on. You don't need me to save you, but Lyra is different. As a concubine-born daughter, she’s looked down on and has no support. I'm the only one she has now." The icy river water seeped into my bones. I could not believe what I was hearing. Thalyx's eyes held no hesitation. Seeing me about to be swallowed up by the water, he impatiently huffed his cheeks and used his massive tail to roughly shove me to the

The voice was akin to the same voice that introduced her to the system and Suzanne kept her mind lulled, trying to listen with all that she had. Again, she closed her eyes, allowing herself to fully immerse in the experience. SYSTEM: Welcome to the ThreeBirth System. You are in the first tier of the three rebirth and you have been reborn as a mafia's wife. Suzanne's heart skipped a beat, a mixture of confusion and disbelief flooding her mind. She couldn't comprehend the words she was hearing. How could she be reborn as someone else entirely? What she had thought the second shot at life would be was to be back as Suzanne Bevan, with supernatural power or some might to take on her enemies, but

The system responded instantly a soft hum, a pulse of light. A voice, faint and synthetic, echoed through hidden speakers: “Welcome, Elena Vaughn.” I stumbled back. “No… no, that’s impossible.” The voice continued, calm and eerie: >“Authorization confirmed. Sequence incomplete. Awaiting command.” Tears blurred my vision. “What are you?” But part of me already knew. Project Rebirth. Not a machine. A resurrection. A system designed to preserve and restore human consciousness. And somehow, it recognized me. My knees nearly gave out. My death my second chance it wasn’t divine fate. It wasn’t luck.

Rebirth “Why am I not dead?” That was Lucian's first thought as he felt himself slowly regain consciousness. He remembered that he had been shot and he opened his mouth to cry out for help but the wail that escaped his lips was not his own. It was high-pitched unlike his and the unmistakable sound of a newborn baby. What the hell!!! He was startled and tried to form words but he let out another involuntary wail. His body felt wrong—small, weak, utterly helpless. He tried to move, but his limbs barely responded. His lungs burned as he struggled for breath.

There,she too out a large egg that was as large as that of a turkey and walked back to me with it. "this is your firebid egg,you should name it and it will hatch by itself but you must do that once you are reborn.. We have less than ten minutes to reborn you.. Come quick hold my hands! " She muttered with strenght and I found myself hurrying towards her. I took her hands and soon before I could even blink my eyes we had disappeared and appeared in the open dusty desert.. The atmosphere was really terrifying like the first time she was here and she sulked in her breath.

This made her jump off the bed with joy, completely forgetting she was naked. She walked close to the big wall mirror, admiring her leg. Her face had ceased to smile the day she woke up without a leg. She dared not look others in the face and had always accepted whatever life threw at her, but her glow was back. Her hand went to the mirror table, where she took her mobile, flipping through the calendar. It was 5 years earlier—she had been granted a rebirth 5 years earlier. Oh… just how much she missed it was very clear and written in her eyes. She felt so happy having her leg back and being given a second chance. Now everything made sense. She had been given a second chance to rewrite everyt

He was mute, but how is it possible that he could talk? “Your face pretty woman,” he grinned. “I can tell from it that you have a lot of questions for me. Come over here, and I will indulge your curiosity.” I hesitated for a while before walking to him slowly, and sitting down on the bed. “You see, I am the devil king, anything is possible for me. I cured myself of this ailment, and now, I can speak like I used to.” My mind was in a haze, as I tried to process the new wave of information he had thrown at me. I had never heard of a medicine, or a spell that could cure mute people, so hearing about it now, fascinated me.

And when he looked at me, I saw something different in his eyes. Not just love. Not just pride. Something deeper. Recognition. Like he finally understood who I was. Who I’d become. And who I refused to be ever again. Because rebirth isn’t always soft. Sometimes it’s loud. Sometimes it’s war. And sometimes, it looks like a woman standing in the rubble of her past... Holding a microphone instead of a match. And telling the world: I remember. And I am not afraid.